“America”

being black in Amerikkka,

holding onto my 3 K’s 

as you always did in a Nation that doesn’t love itself, 

as i surround myself in a PWI

trying to take the POV of you

for hating me for the clothes on my back,

calling you ignorant for all the things you lack,

picking up on our language, that shit is really wack, 

went from Phonics to trigonomics to speaking gibberish, yet you call it ebonics

standing here with my fists in the air, but shit this for a project, y’all don’t really care, styling y’all shit up, y’all know that’s black hair.

From Bantu to braids to Quick Weave,

we built this shit, but y’all can’t wait for us to leave. Oof, i done taken it too far,

fuck that,

snatched my ancestors from the ports of Madagascar. Triangular Slave Trade yet y’all happy we got a new Blade. I hang with Wesley yet you could still get sniped, 

From 200 Meters, knock you out the park

word to jeter, PAUSE i went too far

now you’ll never take me seriously 

“He’s just another rapper” “probably sells drugs” “he’s just another trapper” 

I do this for the Jamal’s and Jeromes

hoping one day they get the strength 

to pick up a pen 

and write a poem.